It was 3:15pm, and the forecast didn't look good, and Dick had forgotten his umbrella. Not fatal to the case at hand, but enough of an annoyance while wading through the list of suspects. Slowly or Quickly, narrowing them down, leading to an arrest. Hopefully. But who would be so brazen as to commit these heinous crimes? Who would dare use fish in such a way that defiles the human body? Who could lead Dick on this wild goose chase and not be able to own an iPhone because villains can't have iPhones in the media? Listen on. Or don't. It's up to you, really.

9:55, and a mist rolled in from the lounge room as Dick and Petra questioned the enormous character of Cecil Lardbottom. Between him and Pierre and the tongs or thongs, Dick was hoping to close the case up tighter than an overloaded burrito at a pop-up burrito stand. But like every aspect of this case, nothing is quite as it seems.

So, Dick's next lead lay dead on the slab in Doc's room. Or at least his head. Who had killed Ernest Nutpucker, and why had he ordered a
large quantity of fish fingers? It was late, and Dick had yet another dead end or end dead....But who should enter the scene, adding another layer of information? Just the resident etcher and her absurdly good sense of hearing.